let me just start off by saying it was fantastic. it was not at all what i expected it to be. I mean i expected it to be a cute little flick about how Owen Wilson enjoyed Paris in the nighttime, but it completely shocked me.
I won't ruin the plot for whoever brave soul is reading one of my posts on the internet, but basically Owen Wilson plays an unhappy writer who is just trying to find his inspiration to finish the novel he has been working on for a while. he lives in the present but wishes that he lived in Paris in the 20s. So he decides to walk back to his hotel alone one night, after a wine tasting he went to with his fiance. However, he is a little tipsy and soon becomes lost, so he sits down on some steps of a place (a church, maybe, i forget exactly where). he is called by some unknown people in a taxi to join them to go to a party, and, since he is lost anyway and a little tipsy, he goes along for the ride. By getting into the car he is somehow transported into Paris in the 20s. And being there he meets many fantastic artist, some including Hemingway, Faulkner, and Picasso. He also meets a girl named Adriana, and he falls in love with her almost immediately. The feeling is mutual, of course. Anyway, basically Adriana is unhappy with her own era, she believes that the 1890s were the perfect time. The lesson is that we are all a little unhappy with our own eras, but there are things we enjoy about them. And though we feel that being part of one era would be ideal, after living for long enough in that era would result in our wishing we were part of another era, etc., etc.
Now, for the interesting part.
This movie got me thinking. intensely. First i thought about how i've always wished to live in the 20s. Not necessarily in Paris, but i have to admit it does seem like the best place to live at the time. No Great Depression, that kind of thing. Also, Hemingway, Faulkner, all of those fantastic writers who were living there at the time. And though i will admit that i haven't really been interested in reading their literature before, i think i will start now. There must be a reason why they are so famous, right? And also, talking to them, that would be incredibly beneficial to me, as an aspiring writer.
So i have decided that i would really like to live in Paris in the 20s. But that is not possible, i know that. But that would be my ideal situation. okay anyway. The movie really got me thinking. I am incredibly like Owen Wilson's character. I don't fit in with where i am now. I mean i have friends and such, but are they really my friends? chris i think is. Chris i think is the only one who really understands this. Not because i have talked to him about it, but i think because he thinks about things really deeply. just like i do. I take a lot of things really, really seriously. and i think he does too. anyway. All of my other friends, what do i really have in common with them? sure they are great friends, and of course they are fantastic to hang out with, but in the long run, i think what i want, what i really really crave in the end is other writer friends. I really want to talk to people who truly understand. People who have the same feelings as me, who see things like i do, who sometimes just get the urge to write. That's what i really want, i think.
Another thing i think i really want is to move here. Paris. which is where i am right now, any bloggers who were unaware. I mean when we went to Shakespeare's theater the other day, i loved it. I loved that they shelter aspiring writers there, and i really loved the writers meeting. i wanted to be a part of it. craved it. i want that so badly, interaction with other writers, feedback from people who aren't just my friends and family, who have no idea what they are talking about.
is this weird? am i just weird? i feel like i am way to old for my age. I think so much differently than others my age think. While kids my age are thinking about the next party, im planning my college career, planning where i want to live, what i want to be in my life. and i don't think anyone my age has a talent they are so sure about. A talent that they know they want to spend the rest of their lives focusing on. Well, that's not entirely true. But i know there are no other writers my age. But i feel like writers, at least famous, successful ones, aren't fifteen. sixteen in a couple days.
but then again, maybe this is my ticket. Maybe i'm supposed to start now. I mean i already attracted attention by doing the triathlon. Maybe this is my time. The time my body is pretty much in its best condition, and the time my mind is pretty sharp. I don't know. but maybe this is my time to turn heads, to become renowned, famous. I just don't know. i hope things get a little clearer for me soon. goodnight for now.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
lol my actual thoughts on the triathlon today
It was a flurry of mixed emotions.
It all started yesterday, when i got my number. Number two, meaning i was the second fastest (seeded) person to swim in the race. That made me feel a little bit nervous, at least at the time. I was nervous because i was thinking about all of the people who were going to be behind me, just waiting to tap on my feet and pass me from all directions. And as time went on, and i was able to hear other people's opinions (like my mom's, who i should learn not to listen to, she thinks much to highly of me) i felt a little bit sure of myself. It used to be soso hard for me to give myself even an ounce of credit, but it is definitely getting easier. anyway, so i started to feel better about myself and my swim.
This morning i woke up feeling terrified. I felt like throwing up, but the nervousness soon gave way to a nervous/excited mixture of feelings. All i know is i got my contacts in with little to no mishap, i ate an entire bagel and drank some gatorade, and i felt awake and happy enough this morning, even though it was about 4:45 in the morning.
i felt good, proud, impressed with myself when i got there this morning, watching all of the other contestants come and set their bikes up at the transition station with numbers like 154 and 78 and 204, when i had a measly little number two drawn on my arm and had the first bike on the first rack. (however i did spend quite a bit of time looking for number one. She, disappointingly never showed, so i had to be the first to jump in the water.
when i warmed up i felt pretty good too, knowing people were watching me, watching how pretty my stroke was, watching how i was doing. but as the time finally arrived for me to go over and prepare to jump in the pool for the silly little 300 swim i had to do, i felt more and more nervous, but mostly about numbers three and four, a girl named Lainey, and a guy whose name i didn't catch, both about 25, and both looking like trained swimmers. I was mostly worried about being overtaken, at least in the swim. It happened, but i had a good 150 where i was a double flag's length ahead of both of them. one of the most exhausting parts about the whole triathlon and the part where i had the most trouble breathing was that awful run from the pool to the transition station. we had to run up these steps, and it was definitely pretty difficult, seeing as i had just swum a 300, something i would kind of call distance.
Being in the top three was beautiful while it lasted. Soon enough into the bike ride i was overtaken by many people. I guess that really was the thing i had to worry about not training in the most. But, however bad i was doing, i made it through all eight miles, and it could even have been called kind of relaxing, at least around the downhill parts where i was able to coast, (riding my brakes the whole time), and breathe.
By the end of the bike ride, i was so freaking thirsty i knew i had to get something to drink before i died. Luckily there was a watering station, and i took two cups of water before taking off into the 5K. That thing was brutal. I walked a lot during the beginning, but as time went on, and i saw more people near me, i walked less and less and ran more and more until i wasn't walking at all. (I really barely walked, just to clear things up). Anyway, i finished the race, though i felt a little lightheaded at the end, but i definitely felt the adrenaline rushing, and it wasone of the no the most exhausting thing i can remember doing.
So that was the actual triathlon. not as interesting as what happened afterwards. I learned afterwards that many people were incredibly impressed with me. i heard this from my mom and dad, (after they finished going on and on about how proud they were i finished at all) but i heard that people were asking about me, (like Lainey and number four) and how people remembered me, were shocked at how well i had done, especially at the swim. Like i guess i forgot to mention before, Number four got out of the pool first, followed by Lainey, (closely) and followed by me (closely). After me, there was about a three lane gap between the people behind us. I think a lot of people were shocked that i was able to keep with Lainey and number four as well as i did. And i'm glad i was able to impress them that much. But i definitely lost it in the bike. Oh well, something to work towards, because i definitely think i will be doing more of these. I think i will grow to love them. Not as much as i love swimming, but i will grow to love them too.
Anyway, i learned another thing today. That apparently i have a lot of talent. Not just as a swimmer, but as an athlete in general. My dad said people remembered me like they did because they know talent when they see it. And apparently i have a lot to offer, and there is a lot of potential in me just waiting to burst through with the right kind of training & equipment. It was fantastic to hear that i impressed to many people, and i hope that if i come back to this same triathlon next year i can impress people even further by doing even better.
I think it was a great experience, and i will certainly never forget it. Watch out triathletes, I'm gonna train more and more and get better than anyone will ever peg me to be. Don't judge me by my little stature, my nervous biting on my thumbnail habit, my quiet voice, or the tiny little number written on my leg, i'm going to come back as an insane competitor, rivaling people like Lainey and number four.
It all started yesterday, when i got my number. Number two, meaning i was the second fastest (seeded) person to swim in the race. That made me feel a little bit nervous, at least at the time. I was nervous because i was thinking about all of the people who were going to be behind me, just waiting to tap on my feet and pass me from all directions. And as time went on, and i was able to hear other people's opinions (like my mom's, who i should learn not to listen to, she thinks much to highly of me) i felt a little bit sure of myself. It used to be soso hard for me to give myself even an ounce of credit, but it is definitely getting easier. anyway, so i started to feel better about myself and my swim.
This morning i woke up feeling terrified. I felt like throwing up, but the nervousness soon gave way to a nervous/excited mixture of feelings. All i know is i got my contacts in with little to no mishap, i ate an entire bagel and drank some gatorade, and i felt awake and happy enough this morning, even though it was about 4:45 in the morning.
i felt good, proud, impressed with myself when i got there this morning, watching all of the other contestants come and set their bikes up at the transition station with numbers like 154 and 78 and 204, when i had a measly little number two drawn on my arm and had the first bike on the first rack. (however i did spend quite a bit of time looking for number one. She, disappointingly never showed, so i had to be the first to jump in the water.
when i warmed up i felt pretty good too, knowing people were watching me, watching how pretty my stroke was, watching how i was doing. but as the time finally arrived for me to go over and prepare to jump in the pool for the silly little 300 swim i had to do, i felt more and more nervous, but mostly about numbers three and four, a girl named Lainey, and a guy whose name i didn't catch, both about 25, and both looking like trained swimmers. I was mostly worried about being overtaken, at least in the swim. It happened, but i had a good 150 where i was a double flag's length ahead of both of them. one of the most exhausting parts about the whole triathlon and the part where i had the most trouble breathing was that awful run from the pool to the transition station. we had to run up these steps, and it was definitely pretty difficult, seeing as i had just swum a 300, something i would kind of call distance.
Being in the top three was beautiful while it lasted. Soon enough into the bike ride i was overtaken by many people. I guess that really was the thing i had to worry about not training in the most. But, however bad i was doing, i made it through all eight miles, and it could even have been called kind of relaxing, at least around the downhill parts where i was able to coast, (riding my brakes the whole time), and breathe.
By the end of the bike ride, i was so freaking thirsty i knew i had to get something to drink before i died. Luckily there was a watering station, and i took two cups of water before taking off into the 5K. That thing was brutal. I walked a lot during the beginning, but as time went on, and i saw more people near me, i walked less and less and ran more and more until i wasn't walking at all. (I really barely walked, just to clear things up). Anyway, i finished the race, though i felt a little lightheaded at the end, but i definitely felt the adrenaline rushing, and it was
So that was the actual triathlon. not as interesting as what happened afterwards. I learned afterwards that many people were incredibly impressed with me. i heard this from my mom and dad, (after they finished going on and on about how proud they were i finished at all) but i heard that people were asking about me, (like Lainey and number four) and how people remembered me, were shocked at how well i had done, especially at the swim. Like i guess i forgot to mention before, Number four got out of the pool first, followed by Lainey, (closely) and followed by me (closely). After me, there was about a three lane gap between the people behind us. I think a lot of people were shocked that i was able to keep with Lainey and number four as well as i did. And i'm glad i was able to impress them that much. But i definitely lost it in the bike. Oh well, something to work towards, because i definitely think i will be doing more of these. I think i will grow to love them. Not as much as i love swimming, but i will grow to love them too.
Anyway, i learned another thing today. That apparently i have a lot of talent. Not just as a swimmer, but as an athlete in general. My dad said people remembered me like they did because they know talent when they see it. And apparently i have a lot to offer, and there is a lot of potential in me just waiting to burst through with the right kind of training & equipment. It was fantastic to hear that i impressed to many people, and i hope that if i come back to this same triathlon next year i can impress people even further by doing even better.
I think it was a great experience, and i will certainly never forget it. Watch out triathletes, I'm gonna train more and more and get better than anyone will ever peg me to be. Don't judge me by my little stature, my nervous biting on my thumbnail habit, my quiet voice, or the tiny little number written on my leg, i'm going to come back as an insane competitor, rivaling people like Lainey and number four.
Completed my first triathlon today!
It went amazing!
It was definitely one of the most difficult things i have ever done. The swimming was simple, and i was the third person to get out of the water, which is pretty good if i do say so myself. Anyway, I need to work on my cycling, but apparently im good on running. Oh well. It was amazing, and i can't wait to do another one. I can only say that i would like to train a little bit more for the next one. can't wait!
It was definitely one of the most difficult things i have ever done. The swimming was simple, and i was the third person to get out of the water, which is pretty good if i do say so myself. Anyway, I need to work on my cycling, but apparently im good on running. Oh well. It was amazing, and i can't wait to do another one. I can only say that i would like to train a little bit more for the next one. can't wait!
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